Mercedes Benz yeah I'm whipping a GLE
We speak in codes when we on prison phones
Don't f*ck with snitches if he a rat he gotta go
Eastside nigga
2012 I started whipping bowls
Tryna to get my momma out the ghetto
I got ice in my veins
Yeah my heart cold
Two daughters I gotta feed so I gotta get this bankroll
RIP to my dad I swear I'll never fold
I'm a thug inside the streets you a hoe
Yeah
Can't let him get too close
I don't trust not one damn soul
He not my slime yeah that nigga a hoe
I'm rocking bullet proof so I can make it back home
It's real smoking in my city Niggas is dying over dice
Catch him lacking bitch yeah I'm riding with the pipe
In that big B Bentley with five hoes tonight
Trying to get my mind off murder
Yeah I'm a real slime
I got PTSD from the streets
I don't promote peace
All my opps know that it's beef.
I paid cash for all my cars none of my whips lease
I put diamonds in my mouth
It ain't cheap to talk to me
I'm having nightmares doing life in federal prison
Looking thru a window when my daughters come to visit
Rather see me locked up they don't see the vision
Thugging in these streets mama I didn't listen
Got stabbed inside my back you see the incision
Yeah I got ice in my veins
Can't believe my man turned jealous on me
Can't believe my man went and put a hit on me
Getting so much money all these niggas envy me
I'm from the trenches so they feel me
Riding with this switch so they won't slime me
Cause I know a nigga ain't living right
Doing hits he get caught at the light
You ain't seen what I seen I got blood in my eyes
Mercedes Benz yeah I'm whipping a GLE
We speak in codes when we on prison phones
Don't f*ck with snitches if he a rat he gotta go
Eastside nigga
2012 I started whipping bowls
Tryna to get my momma out the ghetto
I got ice in my veins
Yeah my heart cold
Two daughters I gotta feed so I gotta get this bankroll
RIP to my dad I swear I'll never fold
I'm a thug inside the streets you a hoe
Yeah
Can't let him get too close
I don't trust not one damn soul
He not my slime yeah that nigga a hoe
I'm rocking bullet proof so I can make it back home
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Mercedes Benz yeah I'm whipping a GLE
We speak in codes when we on prison phones
Don't f*ck with snitches if he a rat he gotta go
Eastside nigga
2012 I started whipping bowls
Tryna to get my momma out the ghetto
I got ice in my veins
Yeah my heart cold
Two daughters I gotta feed so I gotta get this bankroll
RIP to my dad I swear I'll never fold
I'm a thug inside the streets you a hoe
Yeah
Can't let him get too close
I don't trust not one damn soul
He not my slime yeah that nigga a hoe
I'm rocking bullet proof so I can make it back home
It's real smoking in my city Niggas is dying over dice
Catch him lacking bitch yeah I'm riding with the pipe
In that big B Bentley with five hoes tonight
Trying to get my mind off murder
Yeah I'm a real slime
I got PTSD from the streets
I don't promote peace
All my opps know that it's beef.
I paid cash for all my cars none of my whips lease
I put diamonds in my mouth
It ain't cheap to talk to me
I'm having nightmares doing life in federal prison
Looking thru a window when my daughters come to visit
Rather see me locked up they don't see the vision
Thugging in these streets mama I didn't listen
Got stabbed inside my back you see the incision
Yeah I got ice in my veins
Can't believe my man turned jealous on me
Can't believe my man went and put a hit on me
Getting so much money all these niggas envy me
I'm from the trenches so they feel me
Riding with this switch so they won't slime me
Cause I know a nigga ain't living right
Doing hits he get caught at the light
You ain't seen what I seen I got blood in my eyes
Mercedes Benz yeah I'm whipping a GLE
We speak in codes when we on prison phones
Don't f*ck with snitches if he a rat he gotta go
Eastside nigga
2012 I started whipping bowls
Tryna to get my momma out the ghetto
I got ice in my veins
Yeah my heart cold
Two daughters I gotta feed so I gotta get this bankroll
RIP to my dad I swear I'll never fold
I'm a thug inside the streets you a hoe
Yeah
Can't let him get too close
I don't trust not one damn soul
He not my slime yeah that nigga a hoe
I'm rocking bullet proof so I can make it back home
We speak in codes when we on prison phones
Don't f*ck with snitches if he a rat he gotta go
Eastside nigga
2012 I started whipping bowls
Tryna to get my momma out the ghetto
I got ice in my veins
Yeah my heart cold
Two daughters I gotta feed so I gotta get this bankroll
RIP to my dad I swear I'll never fold
I'm a thug inside the streets you a hoe
Yeah
Can't let him get too close
I don't trust not one damn soul
He not my slime yeah that nigga a hoe
I'm rocking bullet proof so I can make it back home
It's real smoking in my city Niggas is dying over dice
Catch him lacking bitch yeah I'm riding with the pipe
In that big B Bentley with five hoes tonight
Trying to get my mind off murder
Yeah I'm a real slime
I got PTSD from the streets
I don't promote peace
All my opps know that it's beef.
I paid cash for all my cars none of my whips lease
I put diamonds in my mouth
It ain't cheap to talk to me
I'm having nightmares doing life in federal prison
Looking thru a window when my daughters come to visit
Rather see me locked up they don't see the vision
Thugging in these streets mama I didn't listen
Got stabbed inside my back you see the incision
Yeah I got ice in my veins
Can't believe my man turned jealous on me
Can't believe my man went and put a hit on me
Getting so much money all these niggas envy me
I'm from the trenches so they feel me
Riding with this switch so they won't slime me
Cause I know a nigga ain't living right
Doing hits he get caught at the light
You ain't seen what I seen I got blood in my eyes
Mercedes Benz yeah I'm whipping a GLE
We speak in codes when we on prison phones
Don't f*ck with snitches if he a rat he gotta go
Eastside nigga
2012 I started whipping bowls
Tryna to get my momma out the ghetto
I got ice in my veins
Yeah my heart cold
Two daughters I gotta feed so I gotta get this bankroll
RIP to my dad I swear I'll never fold
I'm a thug inside the streets you a hoe
Yeah
Can't let him get too close
I don't trust not one damn soul
He not my slime yeah that nigga a hoe
I'm rocking bullet proof so I can make it back home
Writer: Billy Motshepe
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